Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I woke up to the whole sky golden
Feeling glowed up
I been running through the night, man
It's a fight, yeah
I been knocked to the floor, man
But I rose up
Let me show you how I fight back
Where the mic at?
Everybody get your hands up, get your hands up
It's about to get bananas
I throw a classic haymaker through your speakers
Everybody geed up
'Cause you know my sound, man gone turn that fucking beat up
Stand in my Adidas
I've been knocked down and fucking beat up
But keep on coming back to drop these heaters
All I need's a feeling
A dope beat and my señorita
Now I'm 30 motherfucking thousand feet up
Flying with our feet up
And honestly there's no better feeling
So it's rock and fucking roll baby
'Til we find freedom
So sing it like woo, yeah
Can't get started
Chemical heart
Every time I get started
You pull me apart
Can't get started
Chemical heart
Every time I get started
You pull me apart
Aye yo
We just wanna feel connected
Looking for that treasure in a record that can bless us
A hunt for euphoria
Yeah, you know the feels
A million mates of their face on an open field
Let the music move us
We feel nothing but bliss
There isn't any equivalent
Nothing's fucking with this
It's an escape
So we don't have to face our demons
A place where we finally get a taste of freedom
Grab the reefer out the glove box
Sneaking past the fun cops
Jimmy got the pingers
And he keeps 'em in his Dunlops
Beaming like some sun gods
Feel it when it comes on
Free and yelling fuck off
Peaking when the drums drop